Barnabas sighed as he sat on the couch. He hated the fact that his old life was gone. He wanted to go a few hundred years back and live his life the way it was again. Without being a vampire and all that shit. He took of his coat and leaned back, massaging his temples. Angelique sat next to him in a extremly short, blue dress, smoking a cigarette. She took a puff and blew out the smoke afterwards. She looked at him, before placing a leg over his legs